Из альбома: Guerrilla
It happened in the summertime
My cousin and I read the line
The open book shook our comfy lives
Ooooh
Destiny revealed to us
Descending from his mystery bus
Aaaah
'Til then we thought a permanent thing
Meant a permanent thing
But a permanent thing
Is no permanent thing
No we've no permanent place to play
And now and again aftershocks
Scar our thoughts with molten rocks
The scorching sun lies a touch ahead
Ooooh
The matter of time taught to us
Our parents would not be there to fuss
Aaaah
'Til then we thought a permanent thing
Meant a permanent thing
But no permanent thing
Is a permanent thing
No we've no permanent place to play
And I remember talking about time
And I remember shivers down my spine (X2)
And I remember shaking
Ooooh...